God is not hurried along in the Time-stream of this universe any more than an author is hurried along in the imaginary time of his his own novel. He has infinite attention for each of us.
-C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Most men will content themselves and quiet their consciences by avoiding the more gross acts of sin, by avoiding an outward gratification of lusts; but it becomes Christians to distinguish themselves here, and avoid sinning so much as in their thoughts, not to indulge any lust so much as in their imagination.
-Jonathan Edwards, Christians A Chosen Generation, A Royal Priesthood
Prepare in urgency to race
Casting off the wieght that burdens me
I cannot dare to force the pace
Marathon for life the road I face
My gaze is set on finishing
I’m straining to extend my lead
With every evil chasing me
One day, one hour, every step
Straining on to run without remorse
Casting off mistakes that came before
In my mind I see a hallowed door
Open arm embrace, I’m reaching for...
Just like a breeze is passing me
My stammers, a distant memory
We cannot afford a glance to see
What’s gaining or what is history
-The Black Brigade, Project 86, Picket Fence Cartel